[Hook:Woop]

Smoke a zip, roll another spliff
Stack a chip, turn up on a n***a piffed up
I'm the shit, diamonds on my wrist
[?]
Want him dead, I don't know the man
Get him out my face, I'm to fuckin piffed up
(Turnin' up on these n***as)
What you mean, I'm Ameri-fiend
I'm kill the scene man
Hol' up, hol' up, hol'up
Rock Out Woop (x3)
(I Rock Out on these n***as)
Rock Out Woop (x3)
(Rock Out on these n***as)
Rock Out Woop (x3)
(I Rock Out broad day)

[Verse 1: Woop]

I got a fully auto chopper that'll rock you out them motherfucking bands like a guitar
Master P, (Woop) n***a i got the hook-up
Got a bad bitch smoking out a hookah
Puerto Rican plug, Ricky Martin flow (get it)
Trap house keep a juug at the door
Jack house got straight robbers in it
Bit a skittle with a monkey in the middle
I'm geeked up, what the fuck a n***a mean
Rock out broad day, behind the team Billie Jean
Crackers play it dirty, but I'm trying to keep it clean
Bend the corner, swang the door boogie wit it flee the scene
I don't know what the fuck n***as is thinkin'
I don't know nothing, only thing that I'm saying
Woopie ain't next? gotta be playin
(Aye!)
Selling swag packs of the Lingo
Blow up, him C4, Moving with his bitch like a vevo
I walk round' like I'm Deebo, I'm plugged in with a chico
Big dog status, that's me though
Woopie got one feeling, my only feeling is fuck how you feeling
(I got that drink right here)